WHAT IF YOU WERE GOING TO HAVE SEX WITH SOMEONE AND YOU SAW THE BULGE AT THEIR CROTCH AND THOUGHT IT WAS A BONER SO YOU TOOK OFF THEIR BOXERS AND THIS TINY AIRPLANE JUST TOOK OFF AND FLEW INTO THE SKY AND THEIR ENTIRE CROTCH WAS JUST A MINIATURE AIRPORT WHAT WOULD YOU DO
I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.
Then I spend time with teenagers.
And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.
my fall look today is winged eyeliner, plum lipstick, and a look on my face like i’m fucking your boyfriend and can’t wait for you to find out.
My fall look is simple liner with bold lashes, burgundy lipstick, a gleam in my eyes that let’s men know that I’ll suck their dick, their money out of their bank accounts, and the souls right out of their bodies.
this is my favorite post on tumblr currently
Because I could not
Handle the certainty
That you were not
Even trying to talk